When walking into my house and seeing Wifey wearing a striped shirt:
ME: "Hey...where's Waldo?"
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3 comments:
I Am The Waldo
Could've been worse, you could've said...
"You should really wear vertical stripes."
Then you'd have a black eye today.
Anybody ever tell you you're a dink?
Just thought you'd like to know.
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